Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
The cold is unrelenting, and sleep does not favour us this first night out, so at 4:00 a.m. we decide to take advantage of Walmart’s 24-hour service and get some groceries. The sight of food stirs hunger and from there we find an all night Denny’s and order an early breakfast. That Ric is overtired is […]
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4:15 a.m I am wide awake, my head full of what needs to be done before we set out on our next adventure. Ric is sleeping soundly, so I quietly close the bedroom door behind me and set about my business. Outside the wind howls and as if in response, my right hip aches. Yesterday […]
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“Take her to Arizona,” doctors advised first my parents and then my husband, as if going to the desert was some magic remedy for all that ailed me. Might as well have told me to go to the moon, the possibility of such a journey always just beyond our reach. Until my husband found a way, deciding […]
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At fifty-nine, I was certain that I knew myself – accomplished, defined and established – but illness changed the framework from which my remaining time would unfold. I became a non-entity in my former career, and a ghost to friends. My children mourned the loss of their vibrant mother and settled into lowered expectations. […]
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Dreams of distant lands,adventures enhancing hope –future insurance. (Written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: future/hope) In a week’s time we are setting out on another RV adventure.
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Who can resist a path’s allure? Not I. Quinta Mazatlan, McAllen, Texas offers manicured paths, through lush green gardens, carefully groomed – a bird watcher’s delight. (Featured image). At Piper’s Lagoon, my weary legs climbed to the water’s view, and would go no further. This path, beyond, called to me, but would have to wait […]
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A year ago, as we sold off the rest of the contents of our house, I was both excited and wary about the path we had chosen. Two-and-a-half years confined to a bed had stripped me of the ability to dream, but my husband was not about to give up. “I will put wheels on […]
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Four-hundred and fifty square feet has defined our living quarters for the past year. Less space when we are on the road with the slides pulled in. Front to back, the motor home is forty-one feet. It is less than half of the size of our former home, which was a considerable downsize from the […]
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It is easy to engage in surroundings when vacationing: all travellers belong, having escaped (even if momentarily) their scripted lives. We project friendliness onto strangers – mothers meeting outside our day-to-day – have new things to discuss. Dare to confess concerns, or approach the personal, and the shunning is immediate. Only peripheral conversations are expected […]
Read MoreThe familiar barren landscape of highway 402 confirms that we are home. It is clear that winter has lingered well past her time, and spring is only beginning to stretch her wings. We have just driven close to 1,000 miles to get here – partly to avoid the approaching storms, and partly pulled by the […]
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One Woman's Quest II 